The day I lost my job and fell in love, I stood on the edge of the roof.
A cold mechanical voice came from behind: "Want to die? Have you asked about our KPIs?"
The black and white suit and leather shoes stopped me. They said that due to some strange combination of circumstances today, the death quota had already been exceeded. And my behavior of "voluntarily giving up life" is a serious waste of underworld resources.
As punishment, I was stuffed into the bodies of twelve dying people to experience their final lives and endure twelve different fates.
I became the guy who delivered the last takeout order, the aunt who danced in the square until she suffered a cardiac arrest, and I became the firefighter who went against the grain to rescue my ex-girlfriend's best friend in a disaster...
Until the last time, I saw in his memory - ten minutes before I made my choice, his remaining soul shouted to me desperately.
But I didn't hear anything at the time.
